While placing a flask of wine on the table, the man said in a low tone--"I am a friend of Sir Jocelyn.

Constrain yourself, or you will betray me.

Sir Francis is watching us from an eyelet-hole in the door.

Drink of this," he added, pouring wine into a goblet.
"Is it medicated ?" she asked in a whisper, regarding him anxiously.
"It is supposed to be so," he answered, with a scarcely perceptible smile.

"Drink, I say.